Little sweetheart is super pet

Chapter 96

Feeling that he moved all his things away, Qi Yuwan was a little panicked.

"When will uncle come back?" She never let go.

Luo Zicheng lowered his eyes, her nervous expression was reflected in his pupils, and his eyes darkened: "I will tell you when I come back."

"Where does uncle live? Can I go in the future?" Qi Yuwan continued to ask.

Luo Xu stood in the distance, not daring to make a sound.

His stern face was facing the sun, and it was even colder and indifferent under the shadows, but he loosened in the shadow of Qi Yuwan: "Okay."

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At ten o'clock in the evening, Luo Zicheng opened the door and walked into a dark room.The lights outside the floor-to-ceiling windows are not very lively and bright.

A round of crescent moon volleyed in the sky, silver and white like jade, silent the tall building.

Suddenly, a cramped phone call interrupted the tranquility.

"Hello." Luo Zicheng took off his coat before answering the phone.

"Are you used to living outside?"

"Uncle." It was Yi Youqing who called, "I'm used to it."

There was a moment of silence on the other side: "You are too stubborn, and you are too similar to your mother."

Luo Zicheng responded lightly, acknowledging his statement.

"If you have any inconvenience abroad, just give me a call." Yi Youqing always treats him like a child.

"I know." Luo Zicheng's voice was more soothing than usual.

"By the way, it's almost your birthday, do you want to come over?"

"I'll come to see you early, I'm afraid there are still many things to do." Luo Zicheng narrowed his eyes, and his voice was flat.

"Okay," Yi Youqing knew that he was preparing something now, "tell me when the time comes, and I'll ask someone to prepare."

Luo Zi agreed.

Then fell into silence, and after a long while, Yi Youqing finally considered and said: "Zicheng, Luo Huai...he is indeed sorry for your mother, but as a father, he is qualified, even surpassing what an ordinary father can give. He is not you enemy, to him... I hope you can think clearly."

Luo Zicheng took a breath, closed his eyes and rubbed the center of his brows, and said a few words from between his teeth: "I know what to do."

"Zicheng, uncle will always stand behind you." Yi Youqing smiled, hoping to heal the pain in his heart, "Go to bed early."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Luo Zicheng sat on the sofa with his eyes closed, the moonlight shining on his cold face made him feel even more chilling...

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In the Qingming Festival, the clouds are low and the clouds are low.

Buried behind the sky, the sunlight is weak and pale, leaving only the outlines that seem real and illusory, covering the sky and the earth in old colors.

Luo Zicheng was dressed strictly in black. After getting out of the car, he took out a bouquet of white carnations from Feng Yuefeng's hand, buttoned his chest with one hand, and stared at the Shimen in front of him.

With thick eyebrows and deep eyes, the silence is terrifying, and the perfect blood-red lips are drawn into a line, which makes people dare not look more.

Then he held a black umbrella and walked through the stone lions in front of the gate. On the iron railing of the stone gate there were five large characters: Changqing Temple Cemetery.

The cemetery is built against the mountain, and it is quiet and lonely.The long slope is long, the green pines are majestic, the air is washed by rain, the flowers and birds return in the Spring Festival Gala, and they are gifted by nature, far away from the hustle and bustle of the world, which is suitable for the dead to sleep forever.

After walking up three gentle steps, there is a white marble tombstone, with names and dates of birth and death written in italics on the black granite in the middle.

There are few people here, only a few lonely people go up the mountain to pay homage.

Luo Zicheng walked deep alone, and finally stopped.

The bouquets in both hands were placed in front of the stele, looking at the black and white photos printed on it, silent for a long time.

The woman has long hair and a shawl, with a sweet and elegant smile, like a chic daisy.

The breeze scattered the rain and fog, and it fell in front of his hair in pieces, while he just stood there, motionless.

It was about the beginning of the cloud and the rain, and the new sun was clear, Luo Zicheng put away the umbrella in his hand, turned and left silently.

　I'm wandering outside today, only two chapters...orz

　　

　

(End of this chapter)